Sometimes you saw strange things in this city. People didn’t always look like, well, people in the most traditional sense. Sometimes they had strange parts, or sometimes they were made of metal. But by far, this person would be the strangest that Priscilla had ever seen. It looked somewhat painful, to have a tube running into his face, while still having a flesh component. She could sympathize a bit, having a undergone rather radical surgery herself. Still, she’d best leave him alone.
Or she could ask, like an idiot. All the training in the world does not make the girl any less impulsive. She slapped her hands over her mouth to stop from saying anything else, but not before muttering a quick, “Sorry.”